Ordeals

How long can you keep me waiting

At the threshold of my breath,

To reach your domicile 

And fall into your ethereal embrace?

Enough of this seemingly endless saga

Of pains and joys I’ve known

Through countless births of mine,  

Those Promethean ordeals I’ve been in!

Have you kept anything to hide from me

For the trust we have kept for one another?

Sprouts of qualms obstinate I nurture,

They are there, I’ve known for ages

Won’t your arid womb hold me in?

 I’ve been sick of roaming in and out.

The train of births couched within

Freak me out making a wimp of me.